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Category:
Children
Publisher: KDP
ISBN-10: 1370576781
Type: Fiction
Pages: 139
Copyright: 4-18-17
ISBN-13: 9781370576784
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
Bommy battles bullies, zaps zombies, mashes mummies and whacks a wizard in this uplifting tale of a levitating lad.
Bommy Giffitt comes from a long line of Lifters, magicians who have mastered the power of levitation and can fling huge stones high into the sky. But Bommy’s just a kid and can barely Lift a pebble. He’s real good at raising a ruckus, though, and getting himself into trouble – and before he knows it, he’s not only battling bullies, but zombies, mummies and an evil wizard who wants to destroy the world. Will Bommy’s wimpy magic be enough to save the day?
Excerpt
The ten-ton chunk of granite hovered in the gray sky, clutched in the powerful grasp of Bommy Giffitt’s mind.
Bommy arched an eyebrow and the stone rotated to the left. He twitched a pinky finger and the stone rotated to the right. He blinked and it began to wobble. He blinked again and it stopped.
The King of Darkness sat astride his mechno-steed, sneering at Bommy, oblivious to the massive slab of doom floating fifty feet above his haughty head. If Bommy shut his eyes for more than an instant the stone would plunge to earth, squashing the king like a bug.
Not a bad idea.
Bommy had already splatted an entire legion of the king’s finest soldiers – not just any old garden variety soldiers, mind you, but gargoyle-men and demon-guys and blood-crazed Berserker tribesmen who had spread terror and death across seven continents until Bommy beat them in a single epic battle. Now all that remained of the fearsome invading force was the king himself.
His face was covered with laser-sword scars. A sneer clung to his cruel lips like a big canker sore. Evil gleamed in his beady black eyes. He was the kind of man who started wars just for fun, who sent thousands of men to their deaths to relieve his boredom – and paid them half the wages other despots gave their troops. He was mean to his cat, too, and never wrote to his mother, not even a postcard. And he hated chocolate ice cream.
No one would blame Bommy for splatting a creep like that.
But a king deserved respect, even an evil king, so Bommy didn’t drop the boulder; he lowered it slowly, a foot at a time (a very difficult task, even for a Master Lifter), till it dangled mere inches above his foe’s head.
The King of Darkness still didn’t get it. He blustered about, waving his arms and bellowing threats and curses, gesturing at Bommy with his auto-dagger and his scepter-rifle, but Bommy remained calm, smiling a smug little smile of his own. He could release the boulder at any moment, or fling it harmlessly to one side and spare the king, or keep it in the air all day if he wished; all week if he felt like it; all year if he wanted. It was child’s play for the legendary Bommy Giffitt, greatest Lifter in the whole world. Child’s play...
And then Bommy’s nose began to itch and he took his mind off the little blue-and-pink eraser for a split second, just long enough to scratch, and the eraser slipped from his mind, plunging toward the bald spot on Mister Cheeth’s head. Frantically Bommy twitched his eyelids, sending out a puff of magic that swatted the eraser to the left, just in the nick of time. It missed Mister Cheeth by a hair and landed on his desk with a soft plop, which Mister Cheeth didn’t hear over the steady drone of his own voice.
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